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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ultra Naté to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Motorama,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.