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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.