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 Albania and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Liliput to the techno 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.