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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Henry Cow to the punk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.