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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Doors to the jazz 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.