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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ten City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Technova,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.