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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Drexciya to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
MDC,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.