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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.