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 Ireland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 güiro 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 Rotary Connection to the dance 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.