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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Lalann,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.