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 Malta and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Circle Jerks to the rap 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
Technova,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.