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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.