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 Portugal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.