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 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.