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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Funkadelic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.