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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.