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 Belgium and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.