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 India and from Mumbai.
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 Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.