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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Pole,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.