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 Cambodia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Hoover,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.