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 India and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Funkadelic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 synthesizer and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.