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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Clear Light to the grime 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.