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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.