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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.