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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.