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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Robert Hood to the funk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.