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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
MDC,
Can,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.