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 Bolivia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smoke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
UT,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.