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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Chris Corsano to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.