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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stereo Dub to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
X-102,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.