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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 Houston and Hong Kong.
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 organ 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 Nico to the rock 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.