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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 The Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.