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 Finland and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
AZ,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.