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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.