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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Yusef Lateef to the rap 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.