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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.