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 Jordan 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Negative Approach to the crunk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Monks,
the Swans,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.