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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.