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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
AZ,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Gong,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
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.