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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yazoo to the punk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.