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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Television to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.