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 Mali and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacob Miller to the rock 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.