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 Fiji and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.