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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.