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 Nigeria and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wire to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Quadrant,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.