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 Guyana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.