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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
the Association,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.