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 San Marino and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Magma,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.