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 Colombia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.