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 Hong Kong.
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 Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Visage,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.