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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.