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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Kinks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.