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 Belarus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Japan,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.