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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
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 guitar 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 The Monks 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.