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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.