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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
Scion,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.