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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.