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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.