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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Nirvana to the punk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.