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 Syria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Television,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.