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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.