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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.