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 Maldives and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.