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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Can,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.