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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Standells to the funk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.