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 Mauritius 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.