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 Honduras 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.