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 Singapore and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.