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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 The Standells to the grime 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.