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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Interpol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
Pole,
Monks,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.