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 France and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.