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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.