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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.