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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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?
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.