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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Dead Boys to the grunge 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.