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 Iceland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mark Hollis 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
CMW,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
The Index,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.