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 Angola and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.