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 Argentina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Index,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.