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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kevin Saunderson 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.