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 Belarus and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.