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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delta 5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.