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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 X-102 to the rap 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.