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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.