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 Mali and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.