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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 the Association to the electroclash 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.