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 Algeria and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Morten Harket 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.