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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.