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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Quadrant to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
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.