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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the funk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.