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 Comoros and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 China Crisis to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
Index,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.