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 Angola and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Davy DMX to the punk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.