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 Jordan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
The Sound,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.