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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.