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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
UT,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.