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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.