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 Algeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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?
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.