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 Bahrain and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Circle Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.