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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Bill Wells to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.