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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.