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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Residents to the jazz 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.