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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.