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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 synthesizer and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.