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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.