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 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
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 marimba 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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.