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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Slick Rick to the jazz 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
cv313,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Pole,
ABC,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
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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.