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 Barbados 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.