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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.