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 Norway and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Ken Boothe to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.