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 Singapore and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 The Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.