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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Don Cherry to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Faust,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.