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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Scion,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
X-101,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.