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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.