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 Somalia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Japan,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.