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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.