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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.