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 Georgia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Connie Case to the grime 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.