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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Smog,
The Busters,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.