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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
DNA,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.