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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harry Pussy to the dance 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.