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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Unwound,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.