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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
cv313,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.