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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.