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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.