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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Q and Not U to the grime 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Niagra,
DNA,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.