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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.