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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 OOIOO to the techno 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.