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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.