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 Guyana and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
Smog,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.