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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.