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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the punk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Faust,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.