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 London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.