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 Turkey and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grime 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.