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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.