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 St Lucia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Yellowson to the electroclash 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
UT,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.