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 Iraq and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minor Threat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.