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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.