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 Finland and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Nico,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.