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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.