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 Armenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.