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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Can,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.