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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Steve Hackett to the disco 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
AZ,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Index,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.