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 Seychelles and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Darondo,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.