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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.