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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.