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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Black Dice to the rock 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Mars,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.