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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
UT,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.