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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 DJ Style to the rap 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.