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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.