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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toasters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.