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 Brunei and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.