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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.