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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.