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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Josef K,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.