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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.