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 Bhutan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 The Remains to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.