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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 chamberlin 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Unwound,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.