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 South Africa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
The Cure,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.