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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.