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 Greece and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
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 snare 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 Hashim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.