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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.