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 Haiti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
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 harpsichord 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 Groovy Waters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.