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 Chile and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Yaz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.