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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Grey Daturas to the rap 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.