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 Ghana and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Sun Ra to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Can,
AZ,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.