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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Organ,
Ossler,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.