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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 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 The New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.