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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.