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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.