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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Brick to the electroclash 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.