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 France and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sonic Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
the Swans,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.