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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 mellotron 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 The Cramps to the dance 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.