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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Copeland to the punk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.