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 Spain and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joyce Sims to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.