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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Make Up,
Deakin,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.