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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 J.B.'s to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.