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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Flipper,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
UT,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.