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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.