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 Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 China Crisis to the electroclash 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Can,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.