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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.