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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Animal Collective to the dance 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.