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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Q65,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.