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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Invisible to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Hashim,
the Germs,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.