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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Make Up,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.