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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Average White Band,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.