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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.