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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slackers to the disco 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.