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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.