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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.