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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.