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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.