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 Argentina and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slick Rick to the disco 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.