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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.