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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Niagra 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.