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 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.