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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
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.