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 Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.