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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.