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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.