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 Samoa and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Mojo Men to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.