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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Soft Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.