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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fall to the electroclash 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.