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 Indonesia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The Smiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.