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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Japan,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.