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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.