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 Burundi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.