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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Fluxion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.