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 France and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
UT,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.