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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.