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 Peru and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Funky Four + One to the rap 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.