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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the techno 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.