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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.