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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 World's Most to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.