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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 The Beau Brummels 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.