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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.