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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dennis Brown to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Nas,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.