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 Lebanon 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.