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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
The Monks,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.