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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Boogie Down Productions to the electroclash 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Faust,
June Days,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.