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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Khruangbin to the jazz 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.