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 Benin 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.