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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Starr. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.