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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 KRS-One to the rock 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.