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 Oman and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.