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 Australia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Panda Bear 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Nas,
a-ha,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.