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 Congo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.