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 Serbia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
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 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 Scratch Acid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Black Pus,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.