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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.