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 Sweden and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gun Club to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.