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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minor Threat to the jazz 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.