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 Sweden and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.