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 Angola and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Scion,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.