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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sister Nancy 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Josef K 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Smog,
UT,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.