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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.