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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.