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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.