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 Rwanda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.