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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 The Vogues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.