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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saints to the funk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.