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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.