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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Fear,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Can,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.