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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.