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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.