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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 E-Dancer to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.