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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Groovy Waters 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.