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 Guatemala and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Talk Talk to the punk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.