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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Q65,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Japan,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.