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 Nauru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Lindisfarne to the rock 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.