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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Inner City to the crunk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.