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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.