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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Kayak to the techno 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.