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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Pantaleimon to the rock 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.