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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rock 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.