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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.