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 Cambodia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Rakim 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.