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 Botswana and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
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 organ 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 The Techniques to the electroclash 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.