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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.