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 Japan 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Trojans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.