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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.