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 Slovenia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Womack to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.