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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Agent Orange to the crunk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.