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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.