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 Somalia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Dead C to the disco 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.