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 Brazil and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Arcadia to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
Pole,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.