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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.