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 Comoros and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
10cc,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.