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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.