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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.