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 Mauritania and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Neon Judgement to the jazz 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.