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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gong to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.