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 Qatar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.