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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
DNA,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.