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 Jordan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Radiohead,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.