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 Canada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.