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 Australia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.