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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wally Richardson to the punk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.