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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.