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 Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Nils Olav 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.