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 Belarus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Blake Baxter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.