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 Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Severed Heads to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
June of 44,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.