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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Swans,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.