Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Deepchord to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.