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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
The Slits,
Can,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.