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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tres Demented to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.