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 Russia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.