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 Croatia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Warren Ellis to the disco 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.