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 Latvia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Arab on Radar to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Wings,
Urselle,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Scion,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.