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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Simply Red to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.