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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Swans to the crunk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.