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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mr. Review to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.