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 Qatar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
Slave,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.