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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
The Victims,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.