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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.