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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hoover to the crunk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Can,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.