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 Tanzania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 linndrum 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 kango's stein massive to the rap 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
New Order,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.