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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Yaz,
DNA,
Ludus,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.