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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.