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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.