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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
UT,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.