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 Canada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.