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 Japan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.