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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Fluxion,
June Days,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.