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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 B.T. Express to the rock 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Cymande,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Wire,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.