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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Interpol to the punk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.