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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.