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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.