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 Albania and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Little Man,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.