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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.