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 Iran and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 guitar 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 Rekid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.