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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.