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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.