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 Congo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.