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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Delta 5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Magma,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.