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 Palau and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
MDC,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.