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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
the Association,
Intrusion,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.