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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.