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 Belize and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Nirvana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
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.