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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pagans to the grunge 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
10cc,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.