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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Skaos,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.