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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.