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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Gregory Isaacs 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.