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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Searchers to the disco 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.