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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Gang Green to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Mars,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.