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 Panama and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Skaos,
Wings,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.