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 Iraq and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacob Miller to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.