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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.