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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 The Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.