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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.