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 Togo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper 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?
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.