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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.