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 Kenya 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.