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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.