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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Trojans to the techno 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.