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 East Timor and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Scientists,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.