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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Television,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
10cc,
The Move,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.