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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Pole to the grunge 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
UT,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.