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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ossler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.