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 Tanzania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hot Snakes 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.