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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Little Man to the jazz 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.