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 Colombia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.