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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pop Group to the grime 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.