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 Turkey and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 the Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.