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 Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.