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 Andorra and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Pussy Galore to the dance 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Faust,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
cv313,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.