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 Mauritius and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.