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 Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Pole,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.