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 Iraq 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
UT,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.