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 Barbados and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
The Wake,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.