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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.