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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.