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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Neu!,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
UT,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Q65,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.