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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.