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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Slave,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.