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 Greece and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.