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 Palau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 The Moody Blues to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.