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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.