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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.