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 Denmark and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
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 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 Barry Ungar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.