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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
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.