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 the UAE and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.