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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Ronan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.