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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.