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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Pole to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.