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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Birthday Party to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.