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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.