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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kayak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.