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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.