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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Don Cherry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.