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 Germany and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Malaria! to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
UT,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.