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 Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Oblivians to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Can,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.