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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.