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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.