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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.