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 Cameroon and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Sun Ra to the rap 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.