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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.