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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Television to the grunge 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.