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 Barbados and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.