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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Inner City to the dance 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.