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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
The Motions,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.