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 Iran and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.