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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Velvet Underground to the rap 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Moebius 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 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.