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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Monks,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.