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 Oman and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
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 güiro 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Q65,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.