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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.