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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Crime,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
the Swans,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.