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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.