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 Algeria and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Wake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.