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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.