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 Haiti and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Christs to the grime 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.