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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Fat Boys to the jazz 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.