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 Panama and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lucky Dragons to the electroclash 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.