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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Sun City Girls to the rap 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.