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 Germany and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Khruangbin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.