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 Russia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Black Bananas to the funk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.