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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Procol Harum to the techno 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Malaria!,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.