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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
Index,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.