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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.