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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Nas,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
Franke,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.