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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.