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 Canada and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Index,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.