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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
ABC,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
The Busters,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.