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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Josef K to the grunge 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.