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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 The Cramps to the electroclash 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Index,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.