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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Amon Düül to the rock 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.