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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
UT,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.