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 and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.