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 Venezuela and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.