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 Denmark and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.