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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Ossler to the grime 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.