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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Symarip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.