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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Ten City to the grime 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Q65,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.