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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound to the dance 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.