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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.