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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
Magma,
X-102,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
UT,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.