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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Connie Case to the jazz 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.