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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.