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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 The Martian to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.