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 Tanzania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Fear,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.