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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.