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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Darondo to the jazz 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.