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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.