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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.