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 Qatar and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 The Names 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.