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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Black Bananas to the grime 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.