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 Korea North and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.