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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 John Lydon to the punk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Can,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Q65,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.