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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.