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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 The Trojans to the jazz 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '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 New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.