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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New York Dolls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.