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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
The Busters,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.