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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Ossler to the grunge 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s.
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 Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.