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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Eric Copeland to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Wire,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.