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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.