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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Skriet,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.