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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.