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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.