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 Syria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.