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 Tuvalu and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dawn Penn to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.