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 Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.