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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Slackers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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?
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
PIL,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.