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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.