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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.