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 Algeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.