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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Germs to the jazz 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.