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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.