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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.