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 Spain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Organ,
The Monks,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.