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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Masters at Work to the funk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.