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 Botswana and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Scan 7 to the dance 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Gong,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.