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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.