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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.