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 Albania and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.