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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the grime 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '90s.
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 the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Interpol,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.