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 France and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 the Germs to the crunk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.