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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Connie Case to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.