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 Mali and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.