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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.