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 Angola and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smoke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q65,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
The Associates,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.