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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.