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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Delta 5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
UT,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.