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 Panama and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Selecter to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.