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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.