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 San Marino and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.