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 Antigua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.