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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Oneida to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.