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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the jazz 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.