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 Brunei and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 The Fugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.