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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 John Coltrane to the funk 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.