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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.