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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 The Buckinghams to the jazz 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.