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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Japan,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Gong,
Minutemen,
PIL,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Monks,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
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.