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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.