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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wake to the grime 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.