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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
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 rhodes 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 Siglo XX to the dance 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.