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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Television to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.