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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.