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 Brunei and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suicide to the disco 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.