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 East Timor and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.