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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flag. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.