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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.