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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.