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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
The Doors,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
X-101,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.