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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.