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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 J.B.'s to the grime 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
PIL,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.