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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.