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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 The Offenders to the dance 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.