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 South Africa and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jandek to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.