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 Mali and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 The Leaves to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.