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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 marimba 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 Average White Band to the punk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
CMW,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.