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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.