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 Chad and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hot Snakes to the rock 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.