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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Roxette,
ABC,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Cluster,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.