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 Libya and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.