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 Lebanon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Faust,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.