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 Greece and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
The Slits,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.