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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Qualms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.