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 Libya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Radio Birdman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Unwound,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.