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 Estonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the grime 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.