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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the funk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.