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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Lower 48 to the jazz 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Faust,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.