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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Au Pairs to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.