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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the techno 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.