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 Syria and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.