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 Albania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Mission of Burma 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
World's Most,
Magma,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.