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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.