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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.