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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Red Krayola to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.