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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Malaria! to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Interpol,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.