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 Senegal and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.