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 Mexico and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
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 mellotron 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 Moss Icon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.