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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Iggy Pop 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Index,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.