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 Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Raincoats to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.