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 Niger and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 The Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.